Essentialism (Bridgette & Troy's Story) (24 page)

We land in California fifteen minutes ahead of schedule. The flight was smooth and filled with lots of laughter. Surprisingly none of us have ever been to Napa, even Vincent. I hear Bridgette say to the girls that she’s always wanted to go. I’ll have to thank Alexa later for pushing the idea. I know I was set on Vegas, and maybe more for selfish reasons. Deep down, I have to be honest with myself. No, fuck, I can’t. Things are great the way they are, we couldn’t possibly get married right now. I have a habit of rushing things. I’ll be damned if I do that again.

“I’m so excited to be here, babe.”

“Me too,” I say and kiss her on the lips.

As we start to get off the plane, Vincent says, “I only booked us one limo so you girls better not have packed too much crap.”

Alexa glares at him. “Baby,” she snaps.

“What?” he asks shrugging his shoulders.

“Don’t be rude.”

“I was joking. What, did you think I would make you leave one of your precious suitcases at the airport?”

I can’t help but laugh at them. Then you have Cara and Abel – he won’t let her carry anything. And by anything, I mean he even has her purse in his hands. I know we’re far from normal, but these people have become my family. Bridgette slides her arm around me as we follow the crowd off the plane to find the luggage carousel.

“So what are we doing first?” she asks.

“Uh, Alexa is our tour guide. What’s on the agenda for today?” I ask her.

“Today we shall squish grapes and tour the vineyard.”

“Yuck,” Cara gripes.

“Whatever, Cara. What about tomorrow?” Bridgette asks.

“It’s your birthday, so that’s up to you. I have lots of options though. I was thinking the spa in the morning and we go from there.”

She smiles and I notice how quiet Abel has been. “You all right, bro?”

“Yeah, man, I’m good,” he responds.

“It’ll be fine,” I say as Cara walks ahead with Alexa.

He shakes his head and says, “I know.”

I feel bad for him; I know he’s been stressed all day. I hate to see him like this. He’s planning on asking Cara to marry him on our last day. That way it doesn’t take away from Bridgette’s birthday, but at this point, he needs to get down on one knee right now.

“So, do I have to partake in the grape squishing?” Cara asks.

“Yup. We’re even going to make some non-alcoholic wine for you and the baby,” Alexa says.

Cara grumbles under her breath and I can’t wait to see how painful this is actually going to be for her. Bridgette seems to be excited for it and that’s all that matters. Finally, we find the luggage carousel and one by one, pick off everyone’s bags. Thankfully, everything fits into the limo and since we are traveling with Vincent, check-in at the hotel is a breeze. Of course, Alexa upgraded our rooms to suites, after I told her
not
to.

As I close the door and am finally alone with Bridge, I can’t stand another minute of not touching her. I slide the chain in place to ensure privacy and walk over to her as she’s checking her phone. She doesn’t look up at me and I throw her body over my shoulder. She squeals, dropping her phone God only knows where.

“What, does your phone excite you more than I do?” I ask slapping her ass.

She laughs and reaches behind herself to cover from another smack. All that does is make it easier for me to hold her wrists together with one hand. “Troy! No! Don’t!” she protests as I begin to tickle her with my other hand. I toss us both onto the bed and she tries to scramble away.

She’s too small and quite frankly, not fast enough; it doesn’t take me but a second to regain control and drive her mad. Popping her boobs out, I suck hard on the skin around her nipples and she settles. She’s no longer fighting me because she’s enjoying it.

I glance up at her as she moves her hair out of her face and watches me take my time with these precious girls.
Christ, I love her tits.
I love everything about her. Her confidence, poise, beauty, and most of all her heart; she’s so caring and compassionate.

She’s eager and lifts those little hips, shimmying down her pants. I go back to sucking my prized possessions. Then she reaches into my shorts, catching me off guard.

She strokes my cock so perfectly like she knows how and asks, “Slide him in?”

“I will in a minute.”

“I don’t care if we lay just like this, I need you inside of me.”

Because of her words, I slip out of my shorts and brace my weight above her. As I look down at her, I hold her face like I always do and slip inside of her tight, wet core.

She moans as I take my time filling her. Once I am in as far as I can go. She pulls me to her and kisses me, invading my mouth, like the little vixen that she is. As our tongues work together, she pulls me against her. I kiss her back, moving slowly inside of her body.

Having sex with her always pushes my boundaries. It’s a test of how far I can go and now ultimately how long I can last. The man I used to be, the machine I once was, is no longer. She took that from me. I guess you could say it’s because of the connection we have. Each interaction we have, every movement, pull, push, noise, they all drive me mad.

I realize then how close I am to coming. She has her legs wrapped around me like a vise. Her hands are woven into my hair and we haven’t broken our kiss since the beginning.

I hear a knock on the door.
Fuck, not now.
I can’t stop. It would take a wrecking ball to move me from her. “Come with me,” I whisper, taking her mouth again as I pummel myself inside of her. She moans as I rub her spot; I know what she needs. I hear the knock again and control my tone as I let go, pouring myself deep inside of her.

She whimpers, raking her fingernails down my back. I open my eyes and watch her body change as her release takes over. I love her face when she comes, she’s so hot shuddering underneath me. “Bridge, are you in there?” I hear Cara call through the door.

I kiss her hard on the lips and fly off of her and into the bathroom to shower. “Troy!” she yells out after me. I throw her a towel and close the door.

“I’ll be right there,” she says.

I know I’ll totally pay for this later, but it’s worth it. Not stopping and having to force out our orgasms was something else.

I take my time letting the water rush over my skin. I know my clothes are on the other side of the door, so I want to wait ‘til they leave. After probably twenty minutes of wasting time in the shower and scrubbing ‘til my skin hurts, I rinse and finally turn the water off. I can hear the girls laughing so I know this is gonna be fun. Wrapping my towel around my waist, I open the bathroom door, and feel all three sets of eyes as I walk over to my suitcase.

“Hey, girls,” I say, hurrying as fast as I can.

One of them whistles and Bridgette says, “Right? Isn’t he fucking delicious?”

“Hey, I’m right here,” I say.

“Oh, we can see that,” Alexa says.

I shake my head and grab my clothes, heading back into the bathroom.

“Damn, girl, what did you do to his back?” Cara asks.

I lock the door, feeling a bit scared of the vultures on the other side. Setting my clothes down on the counter, I turn and look in the mirror at my back. Running down each shoulder blade are red lines that must be from Bridgette’s fingernails.

God, I should’ve stayed in the shower a little bit longer. I decide I need to have an evacuation plan upon leaving this room again. Dressing quickly, I grab my phone and text Abel.
Where are you? I can’t hang out with these chicks.

We’re down at the bar in the lobby. Come meet us.

I take a deep breath before walking back into the pack of hyenas. I open the door, looking only at Bridge and she smiles at me. “I’m gonna meet the guys, babe. Text me when you girls are done doing…whatever it is you’re doing.”

I kiss her and bolt. I hear them say bye as the door closes behind me. As soon as I’m in the elevator, I shake my head. I’ve never had three chicks make me so uncomfortable. I know they are only joking, but Jesus.

When I emerge into the lobby, I spot Abel and Vincent right away. They are laughing at the bar and I can’t wait to have a beer with them and just relax. “What up, douchebags,” I announce as I sit down next to Abel.

“There he is,” Vincent says.

“What took ya so long?” Abel questions.

“Sorry, I had some business to handle.”

“Right, right,” Abel says. “I take it you got the job done?”

“Fuck yeah, I did. I would have been longer had your two ladies not interrupted.”

“I told Lex to give you guys some time.”

The bartender walks up and asks me what I’m drinking. “I’ll take a Corona, bro.” He cracks it open and slides it to me. “Let’s toast,” I announce.

Both Abel and Vincent raise their drinks, as I think of something funny to say. “To Abel’s manhood. It will forever be missed.”

“You’re such a prick,” he gripes.

“I’ll toast to that,” Vincent says, clinking bottles with me and we both knock back a drink. I forgot how much I love the taste of Corona. It’s been so long since I’ve indulged and gotten drunk. Tonight, I think I’ll do just that.

“Why do you both hate me?” Abel asks.

Vincent pats his back. “We love you. That’s why we’re giving you a hard time. Don’t stress, bro. Remember what you told me when I went through this?”

“I know I just hate waiting to ask her.”

“Then don’t wait,” I say. “Ask her tonight.”

He takes a sip of his beer and looks at me. “But what about Bridgette?”

“Trust me, she won’t mind. Do you want me to ask her?”

“Yeah. ‘Cause I would hate it if she felt like I was taking away from her trip.”

“Dude, she’s not like that – at all.”

I look to Vincent as he’s on his phone. “What are you doing?” I ask.

“Texting Alexa.”

I glance at Abel and his face turns a pale white. Poor guy, he really is nervous. When I think about my future, I see Bridge. I know one day I too will ask her to marry me and I don’t get the slightest bit nervous thinking about it. I’m excited. I guess for some God unknown reason, I got lucky.

“Good morning, my sweet birthday girl,” I say nuzzling as close as I can to Bridge. Thankfully, I feel good. Maybe I’m a little groggy, but considering how much I drank last night, this is good. She stirs awake as I kiss her back, slowly moving next to me, immediately making me hard.

I kiss her shoulder, grinding my erection into her ass. “Hi,” she whispers in a hoarse voice.

“How are you feeling?” I ask.

“I think I’m okay. How ‘bout you?”

“I’m good. It’s my baby’s birthday, I couldn’t be happier.”

“You’re sweet. But you drank a lot last night, are you sure you’re all right?”

“I’m good, babe.” She looks over at me and I kiss her cheek. “I promise.”

“What should we do today?” she asks.

“Whatever you want. But first I have one more gift for you.”

She looks at me confused and I pull her on top of me. Staring into her clear and beautiful green eyes, I hold her face in my hands. “Bridge, my beautiful girl, I’ve been thinking about this a lot and how to tell you. But the truth is, there is no right way to do it, so I just need to say it. There is no denying how much you mean to me. You have become my best friend and my reason for happiness. I know this might seem fast, but
I love you
. I can’t let another day go by without speaking the words to you. You have such a special place inside of my heart and it consumes all of me. You are what I have searched for my entire life. You let me be myself and the freedom of no longer living a lie is invigorating. I’m not scared any more of the what-ifs, because I know no matter what, we’ll get through them and we’ll do it together. I love you, Bridgette Schaefer, and there isn’t anything you need to do or say, I just had to let you know.”

She looks at me, blinking a few times then linking her tiny fingers behind my head, she clings to me. To say I’m not a little disappointed to not hear her say the words would be a lie. It hurts, but I know what we have. It’s real and something that will last forever. I kinda sprung this on her, and deep down I knew it was a risk. That’s why I told her she didn’t have to say anything back.

Her cell phone rings and she lifts her head looking for it. I grab it off the nightstand and hand it to her. “It’s my brother,” she says.

“Answer it, babe.”

She does so and gets to talking to him. I sneak off and shower before we head down to meet everyone for breakfast. As I emerge from the bathroom, Bridge is dressed in a short, black, strapless dress.

“Is that new?” I ask.

“Yeah, I got it for the trip. You like it?”

“Hell yeah, I love it. Do you have a bra on?” She nods her head. “Will you take it off for me?”

“Troy! For real?”

“Yes, babe, please. I want to be able to see your nipples all day.”

She turns her back to me, lifting her hair and I reach into her dress unclasping her black strapless bra. As I pull it out of her dress, I ask, “Is this new too?”

“Uh-huh.”

“Fuck,” I mutter and lift her dress. I’m greeted by a pair of black, lace underwear, which barely cover her ass.
I’m doomed.
We have to leave the room and head downstairs, but goddammit I want her. Kneeling down, I slide off her panties. There’s something about knowing she’s completely naked under the dress that makes me horny as fuck. Standing back up, I look into her eyes, trying to read her expression.